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Praise for Deadly Target
“Goddard increases the stakes and highlights the power of hope, faith, and trusting God in the darkest times in this rush of a series entry.”
Publishers Weekly
“Goddard’s second installment of her Rocky Mountain Courage series is a whirlwind adventure from the first chapter to the conclusion . . . Deadly Target hit the bull’s-eye for me.”
Life is Story
“Elizabeth Goddard pulls out all the stops in this intriguing, edge-of-your-seat suspense. It’s an explosive adventure . . .”
Book Club Network
Praise for Present Danger
“Goddard opens her Rocky Mountain Courage series with this thrilling romance set amid an investigation into a smuggling ring. This will be a great entry point for those new to Goddard’s high-octane inspirationals.”
Publishers Weekly
“Readers will definitely enjoy puzzling over this story. The pacing is perfect; continuous, mind-boggling action, with plenty of time for unfinished business.”
Interviews and Reviews
“Present Danger starts with a bang and never lets up. Goddard’s fast-paced romantic suspense will have your pulse pounding as you turn the pages. Hold on to your seat and your heart as you enjoy this thrill ride!”
Rachel Dylan, bestselling author of the Capital Intrigue series
“A plane crash, a dead body, and two people who decide that justice and love are worth fighting for all add up to a riveting read you won’t want to put down. I highly recommend this book!”
Lynette Eason, bestselling, award-winning author of the Danger Never Sleeps series
“A riveting beginning to the new Rocky Mountain Courage series, Present Danger takes readers on a wild ride filled with family tragedies, long-buried secrets, ancient relics, and broken hearts. Goddard has crafted a page-turner that takes off in the first nail-biting chapter, weaves through unexpected twists and shocking revelations, then culminates in a whirlwind of betrayal and redemption. I couldn’t read the final chapters fast enough!”
Lynn H. Blackburn, award-winning author of the Dive Team Investigations series
“I was captivated from the very first scene of Present Danger to the shocking conclusion. You can always count on Elizabeth Goddard to bring you dramatic action and adventure scenes that put you on the edge of your seat!”
Susan Sleeman, bestselling author of the Homeland Heroes series
“Elizabeth Goddard starts her brand-new Rocky Mountain Courage series with an opening that sucks you in from page one and doesn’t stop until the heart-pounding conclusion.”
Lisa Harris, USA Today and CBA bestselling author of the Nikki Boyd Files
“Present Danger—another edge-of-the-seat story by Elizabeth Goddard that will keep you turning pages to the end.”
Patricia Bradley, author of Standoff, Natchez Trace Park Rangers series
Books by Elizabeth Goddard
UNCOMMON JUSTICE SERIES
Never Let Go
Always Look Twice
Don’t Keep Silent
ROCKY MOUNTAIN COURAGE SERIES
Present Danger
Deadly Target
Critical Alliance
© 2022 by Elizabeth Goddard
Published by Revell
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Ebook edition created 2022
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
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ISBN 978-1-4934-3623-1
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Baker Publishing Group publications use paper produced from sustainable forestry practices and post-consumer waste whenever possible.
This novel is dedicated to my husband, Dan,
my most essential ally on this precarious journey called life.
I love you, Dan!
Contents
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Books by Elizabeth Goddard
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Another Thrilling Story from the Author
About the Author
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ONE
Her world was spinning out of control. Correction. Not her world—her body.
But what else could Mackenzie Hanson expect while in the grip of a colossal gyrating octopus? A cephalopod built from a jumble of plastic and metal parts, and powered by a smelly, backfiring motor. All of it quickly bolted together to be ready for patrons visiting the traveling carnival.
She imagined a tentacle flying off. How safe was she, really?
Her stomach grew queasy with the spinning and rocking motion.
Sky. People. Balloons. Asphalt. Sky. People. Balloons. Asphalt.
Over and over and over.
Mackenzie squeezed her eyes shut.
But for the brief time she’d kept them open . . .
She might have been hallucinating. Could centrifugal force cause hallucinations?
She thought she’d seen . . . No. It was only someone who looked like Julian.
Even with the mere thought of seeing him, her heart rate skyrocketed. The ride wasn’t helping. She squeezed her eyes tighter as if that would protect her from the g-force conspiring against her.
Screams erupted. Laughter too. Loud rock music pounded through her bones as her stomach dropped to catch up with her body being flung by an octopus tentacle. She clung to the safety bar that kept her secure or prevented her from escape. She hadn’t decided which.
All she wanted was to get off the giant rolling octopus.
Now!
A hand squeezed her shoulder. “Are you alright?”
That William, her friend—her date—could even speak while the ride continued spinning added to her anxiety. Mackenzie shook her head.
“I thought it would be fun.” William’s voice sounded tight. “Just hang on. It’ll be over soon.”
But the ride wasn’t over soon. In fact, it continued far too long.
Was the operator distracted? Flirting with a girl much too young for him? Had he left to use the facilities? Mackenzie recalled enjoying this crazy, exhilarating fluttering of her stomach as a kid. Things had certainly changed.
Finally, hydraulics hissed and shifted with the decrease in the motor’s rumble. Her heart calmed with the knowledge that the torture by cephalopod was coming to an end. Keeping her eyes closed, she leaned back and breathed in the malodorous exhaust from the ride’s overtaxed motor.
An image popped into her mind.
Glasses. Dark hair. A forest-green jacket.
Julian Abel.
It couldn’t have been him. But if she’d imagined him—why? She hadn’t seen him since she was sixteen, and she’d locked those memories in a vault and thrown away the proverbial key. Why was he breaking out of the crypt today?
“See, I told you it would be over soon.” William’s sarcasm demanded a smile.
A smile she had to force, along with an incredulous chuckle. “What was I thinking to let you talk me into this? I’m too old for this kind of thing.”
William pressed his large hand over her small one, which still clung to the safety bar.
“Too old?” He quirked a brow. “I beg your pardon.”
She caught him looking at her and dropped her hand from the bar, breaking free from his touch.
“Saying you’re too old is the same as saying I’m too old,” he said.
“Well, if the shoe—”
“Fits. I know the idiom. I’ve got one for you. You’re never too old to have fun.”
“More accurately, you mean to say that you’re never too old to learn.”
“To learn to have fun.”
Her laugh was genuine this time. “Good one.”
Now let me out of this cage.
“Mackenzie, you’re young, vibrant, and beautiful, and the world is your oyster, as the saying goes.” Reassurance filled William’s tone. And his eyes.
Unpleasant shivers crawled over her. Was this how claustrophobia felt? Because right no
And to freedom.
She headed straight for the clearly marked exit. William followed closely, his hand against the small of her back. She searched the area around the ride, hoping he didn’t catch on to her wariness.
Seeing Julian had been a hallucination. Nothing more.
Music, grinding motors, screams, and laughter filled the air, along with the aroma of buttery popcorn and fried pies. Unfortunately, she also caught the pungent odor of an overflowing garbage can as they walked.
“How about we grab a soda and cotton candy?” William asked.
What are you, seven? She smiled for his sake. He was trying so hard. Too hard. “That sounds like a plan.”
“Good. No more wild rides tonight.” He grinned and led her through the crowd toward the end of a long line for the food truck that featured loaded fried pickles, hot dogs, greasy fries—glorious carnival junk food.
William held her hand, and she didn’t have the heart to do anything but go along with it. What was wrong with her? He was handsome and thoughtful. He was just . . . not for her.
“Agreed. No more wild rides.” Calliope music drew her attention as they waited in line. “The carousel would be nice.” Then maybe just take me home.
To make matters worse, he’d driven all the way from Lansing for the weekend, just to see her. She kept a condominium in a quaint town near Lake Michigan for weekends and summers.
“So you’re heading back on Monday for the semester?” she asked.
“If I could teach something as”—he lifted his shoulders—“how can I put it . . . clandestine as you, then it would be fun teaching in the summer. But I forget, you can’t really talk about your work.”
She offered a smug grin. He was teasing, of course, and she could give as good as she got. “Yeah . . . it’s on a need-to-know basis.”
William was an adjunct professor at the university, and he had repeatedly asked her out until she finally agreed to a date.
One date. Which had somehow turned into a weekend event since his parents supposedly owned a nearby summer lake house. I never should have agreed to a date, much less an entire weekend.
She was as trapped in this date as she had been riding the octopus. She had to grit her teeth to make it through and somehow let him down gently. Although . . . maybe he was feeling every bit as uncomfortable as she was.
While they moved forward in line, Mackenzie took in the carnival activities. The growing crowd was beginning to shift from adults and younger children to older teens as the evening deepened. If Julian had actually been at the carnival, she probably wouldn’t even have recognized him. They’d been kids when it happened.
William cleared his throat. He’d been paying attention to her on their date, and she’d been distracted. “I admit, I’m not good company for you this evening.”
He shrugged. “You don’t seem to be a carnival kind of person. And to be honest, neither am I. But I thought it might be fun. I saw it when I got into town, so I made the suggestion.”
“Oh, it was a great idea. We tried.” She offered a grin. He really was a nice guy. Thick dark hair, clean-cut, and a boy-next-door kind of look, and as a runner, he had a lean, athletic body. But there was no emotional connection. At all. Why couldn’t she get into him? She’d thought that she would be married and have at least two kids by the time she was thirty-two. Instead, she kept relationships at a distance.
They continued inching forward in the line, and she almost suggested they skip it and grab something from a drive-through.
William leaned closer. “Instead of the carousel, why don’t we walk on the beach?”
Just what she didn’t need to do with William. Things could get . . . romantic. More personal. More awkward. “It’ll be too dark for that.”
Disappointment surfaced in his gaze. Oh no. She’d hurt him.
Fortunately, it was their turn at the counter and William stepped forward. “What’ll you have?” He didn’t even look at her.
“Dr Pepper.”
Someone bumped into her.
“Hey!” a kid yelled.
She turned to see the boy in line behind her glowering at the man in the dark-green jacket who cut through another line and disappeared in the crowd.
Julian? She had to know.
“Hey!” she said, echoing the kid as she left the line and followed the guy’s path in hopes she would catch sight of him again weaving back and forth, dodging bodies left and right. She had to see for herself. Though finding Julian would prove that she hadn’t hallucinated earlier on the ride, she really hoped that she’d been seeing things.
The crowd thickened as she kept her focus on the back of his head twenty or so yards ahead. He glanced over his shoulder, then turned around to walk backward and look at her. To hold her gaze.
Julian Abel.
Also known to her as 4PP3R1710N.
Or rather, Apparition.
He had one of those boyish faces that never seemed to age.
She hadn’t imagined him, after all. He’d been watching her while she was on the ride. Her stomach dropped as if she were being tossed and turned all over again.
He couldn’t be here. And yet there he was, staring at her. Why was he here? He had that knowing look in his eyes, and it stopped her in her tracks. Right in front of a young boy who barreled forward, smashing sticky caramel-covered ice cream all over her rarely used date-night blouse. Okay, her brand-new blouse.
The boy was around six, and his eyes filled with tears. His mother crouched to console him. “It’s alright, sweetie. We’ll get another one.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Mackenzie hated that she’d made a child cry. She could have avoided this mishap, but she’d been too focused on finding Julian instead of watching where she was going.
The mother glared at her and dragged her son away.
William approached in a huff, somehow managing to hold two sodas and two bags of cotton candy in his large hands. She immediately relieved him of one of each item and took a few sips of the Dr Pepper while she searched the crowd for Julian.
His gaze froze on her caramelized shirt. “Mackenzie, what’s going on? Besides being covered in sticky syrup.” He lifted his dark eyes to her face. “You . . . you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Julian had taken off. She’d seen a ghost, alright. A ghost that was very much living and breathing. And here, of all places. Here in Michigan at this carnival, and that look in his gaze left no doubt he’d deliberately tracked her down.
“Let’s get out of here.” Without waiting for agreement, she headed through the growing crowd toward the exit, wariness creeping into her bones. While she rushed forward, she scanned ahead, searching for the man who’d ruined her life. Correction. She’d ruined her own life. And that past had been sealed, so it was no longer in the public record.
It had essentially ceased to exist.
But Julian’s appearance tonight was a reminder that her mistakes were right behind her.
She felt like she was on the ride again. Couldn’t escape fast enough.
“Wait. Hold up.” William tossed his drink and cotton candy in the garbage and gripped her arm, stopping her. “Please, what’s going on?”
“Not here.” She ground out the words. And with them, she’d said too much.
She shrugged free, pitched her cotton candy and soda as well, then took off running. She had to get away from the carnival and the feeling that Julian was watching her. He was everywhere, watching her.
And he was fully capable of being everywhere.
She weaved through the vehicles and dodged a few too. Finally, gasping for breath, she approached the shiny new Audi. William’s car. Not hers. In the distance, she focused on the Ferris wheel. The lights and screams and laughter. A couple of blocks away, Lake Michigan’s waves rolled against the shore. Comforting and soothing. She longed to be there.
If she’d gone walking on the beach tonight, would Julian have followed her there too? What did he want?
His face grim, William unlocked his car and opened the door for her.
“Thank you.” She slid into the taupe leather seat, and he shut the door.
Once he was in the driver’s seat, he started the vehicle and the quiet hum of the engine proclaimed power in complete contrast to the cranky motors of the traveling carnival rides.
